Noah faced the being emerging from the cocoon of flesh and blood, responding with no unnecessary words. He spread his wings, and the scorching golden radiance surrounding him began to expand, sweeping across the battlefield, lifting countless severed limbs, embers, and Flame Sun followers into the sky. They burned in the flames and turned to ash.
For followers worshipping the Flame Sun Sovereign, this disaster was more terrifying than the descent of Hell, as even in the molten lava of Hell, creatures could survive and thrive.
But on the battlefield where the powers of the Divine and the Ancestral Golden Dragon clashed and tore at each other, unless one sided with one faction and received protection, no one could survive.
Roar——
